Origin

Chapter 12

Jungkook finds Jimin a minute or two later in the living room department, examining sectional couches and oak coffee tables, fluffing pillows as he goes along.

He sits down on a funky yellow chair, just big enough for two, and puts his feet up on the stool in front of him.

"Nice living room," Jungkook says, looking around.

Jimin turns to the sound of his voice, brows raised. "Indeed. Come join me."

He obeys and takes a seat next to Jimin on the chair, smoothing his hand across the fabric. "Actually, this chair is kinda ugly."

"Kinda like you."

Jungkook smirks. "Exactly."

They sit in comfortable silence, watching shoppers walk by, a few girls curiously eyeing Jungkook, but no one stops or says anything. Jimin drums his fingers along the seam of fabric on the arm of the chair and sighs. "I'm getting hungry."

"Do you want to go get something to eat?"

"Maybe. Or. We could make something."

"Back at my place?"

"No. In our place."

Jungkook doesn't get the chance to ask what that means; Jimin stands up abruptly and grabs Jungkook's hand, dragging him along, heading toward the direction of the kitchen appliances. He gestures toward the kitchen in front of them, white cabinets, stainless steel appliances, and a table for four.

Jungkook licks his lips, amused.

"What're you doing, Min?"

Jimin drops Jungkook's hand and sits down at the table, draping one of the stage napkins across his lap. "I've had a long, hard day, honey. I'd love a great meal right about now."

Jungkook's first instinct is to burst out laughing, but Jimin is waiting patiently - for once - at the table, hands laced together, smile much too innocent. Jungkook is damned if he doesn't play along, damned if he does. "What did you have in mind, dear?"

Jimin taps his finger against his chin, as if he's really thinking hard about it. "A roast would be nice. Maybe some mashed potatoes, too."

"Okay. Roast it is." He walks over to the oven, aware that Jimin has his eyes glued to him, and he turns the knobs on the stove as if something will actually happen.

"Darn, I don't think potatoes are in the plans, baby," he says, letting the pet name roll of his tongue with ease. "Seems like the stove is on the fritz."

"What about the oven?"

He pulls open the oven door, putting his hand in to prove it's - obviously - cold inside. "Think this is broken, too."

"Well, it's a good thing we bought a home with multiple kitchens, right?" Jimin gets out of the chair, letting the napkin float to ground, and he nearly leaps into the adjoining kitchen on the other side of the temporary wall. "Oh, kitchen number two is just lovely!" Jimin's voice calls out.

Jungkook snorts, shaking his head as he bends down to pick up the napkin. He crosses into the next kitchen, this one with dark brown cabinetry and a backsplash that offsets it nicely. Same four-person table, though, which Jimin is already perched behind.

"Let's try that roast again," he says, biting at his bottom lip.

Jungkook laughs and nods. "Okay, let's try it." He stands at the kitchen counter and pretends to chop up potatoes, mimics the motion of sliding them into a pot on the stove, and murmurs, "Only ten more minutes on the roast. This oven works wonderfully."